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Before I begin dey yarn una as to who poetry epp,
make I quickly talk like John f Kennedy Wey say "when power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations.
When power narrows the area of man's concern poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence.
When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

I stood in front of a crowd and say I am an artiste, a spoken-word artiste, a poet, but I begin dey hear sidetalks
Abeg make she get out, we think say she was sing, who poetry epp?

Once I gave a loud shout, you wan know who poetry epp you go gas open your ears cuz I'm going to say this once.

Words are the foundation on which humanity was created.
For every time you felt restricted, your ego deflated and you feel affected by societal norms and you just hide in a corner like an earthworm.
The ties you share with the world seems to be withered.
Your hope gradually losing the light of the day and you ask yourself why should the light be at the end of the tunnel.

For every statement that comes out of your mouth you regret it, cause you're misunderstood.
Your family are now strangers to your feelings .
Your friends now foes and you're stuck between two worlds .
You are your only comfort, your diary your only friend, your pen the only weapon.
Holding the pen and pouring out your heart in liquid form like the ink you write with.
It dries off on the pages and turn to words that can be read, felt and understood.
All you could say as your hands wrote were,
I'm not writing in rhymes cuz what I feel has no rhythm
I'm not dropping punchlines cause my heart has been punched offline.